porcelain boy SOLDIER

If I never talked
I wouldn't listen more
Cos I'm that fresh, frozen dialog
Of conversations unspoken
Between contention and sulfur heat

If I never listened
I wouldn't listen, or be thirsty
Because I'm a rooster quit cold turkey
Deploy this tactic, can't you see some static ?
Constituting emergencies on my path with
Dynamic planning, with fast bandwidth

I'd parkour wisdom on empire
Broadcasting reversals over tight rope
So, the less noise I make
The more I communicate this:
Body language like ghost shell
Illumines my snake pit,
pent up mostly, by screaming wholesale

What is it, but is what is
Sometimes when, on what consequences

Don't you get it fool ?

I'm that Porcelain boy soldier, little atlas chin
Who Chariots a land rover, over his requiem
Riding cursed Frankenstein monster
First to herd Cyclops in past bad posture

The title itself is interesting to me, because instead of using "Toy", you went with "porcelain boy soldier" ~ which leaves room for further implications of innocence lost within being trapped as a warrior behind a facad of being able to shatter at any second ~ porcelain is made of kaolin (white clay), and it usually is shaped into a thin layer of material of anything; in this case it could as well be a reference to skin tone, or being boyishly afraid, yet forced of being strong, a man. (I could however be completely wrong).

It's giving off an rebelious vibe in terms of spoken word being able to draw conflict as well as discussion, but more so it's showcasing the inner voice of a swift mind wrapped in attitude of baring a chip on a shoulder due to being in possession of knowledge...

This poem means nothing. I agree with the above that your title means something, but the poem makes absolutely no sense to me. I admit that sometimes your poems have difficult subtle meanings. But, dude if you don't even understand it how can you expect me to? Lol

I read it 5 times, and I still don't understand the "rabbit eating skittles" metaphor